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  • The Ledgend of Brightskies; Book One: Alaska

    A white wolf with blue eyes like ice, stalked, stomach close to the ground in the shadows of the night. The air was as cold as her stare as she ...

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For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein